Bossanova [English translation]

Don't ask me if last night

I was sleeping at home

Nor what was I doing in my car

At the door of the bar of forgetting

Don't ask if I was

partying out with friends

because my answers are bullets

for your wounded heart

But if you let me tonight

I will give you

all the kisses I owe you

I know I always say I'm starting from today on

and then I never dare.

But if you let me I'll sing you a Bossanova

and I won't leave you alone for a minute

If you let yourself be carried like the sea carries the waves

to the rocks

Don't ask why my shirt smells like pachuli

nor what noise of women

was heard when you called me on my cellphone.

Because there are shots that are bitter,

even those from the best wine,

some short, some long,

but all damaging.